Page 9 of Pregnant By the Badboy

“It’s perfect. Thank you.” He grips my fingers and links them with his. Pulling my hand to his mouth he kisses it before lifting the top off the food. “Wow!” Is all I can say looking at all of it. The aroma is something amazing. “This smells so good.” my mouth is watering right now and my stomach obviously agrees if the growl is to be believed. Jacob laughs and grabs my plate.

“Here angel. Let me feed you.” He fills my plate with Lasagna, Alfredo pasta, garlic bread, chicken parmigiana and salad.

“I cannot possibly eat all of this.” I say giggling, and trying to get him to stop putting so much food on my plate.

“I just need to be sure you are not hungry, angel.”

“Why? Are you anticipating me needing some strength for something?” Always feeling braver when I am with him, I wink and put a forkful of the most delicious food I have ever had in my mouth.

“Always. However, my mother used to say "if you want a woman to be amenable, give her good food.” I put my fork down and look at his serious face. My heart begins to stutter, you know the rhythm it gets when it feels something bad is coming. Yeah, that rhythm.

“Jacob, what's wrong?” I feel dread filling my gut. I have secretly been waiting for this moment. I know I am not the type of girl he needs. I come from a shallow, inconsiderate group of people and I have no real substance. Well untilI I am with him. I don’t feel frivolous with him. I feel like I can be who I am and have the dreams that don’t involve being someone's arm candy. He visibly swallows and runs his hands through his hair. Please don’t do this, my mind keeps chanting over and over.

“Nothing is wrong, sweet girl. I just want to ask you something.” Oh. That doesn’t sound too bad.

“You know you can ask me anything, Jake.” The nickname slips from my lips and I freak for a second thinking he won’t like it, but he squeezes my hand and closes his eyes.

“Say it again angel.” Or not.

“Jake.” His nostrils flare before he opens them and looks at me like I am his morning glory.

“I have been waiting for you to claim me, baby girl. To name in your heart and share it from your mouth. God what I wouldn’t do right now to spread you out on this table and have dessert.” Dear Lord, I begin squirming in my chair, the picture he just conjured in my mind running from my head through my pussy. “Not now, sweet girl. I have an important question.”

“I’m listening.”

“I have to go out of town in a few weeks to Connecticut for an overnight possibly weekend trip and I was wondering if you would go with me?” Holy shit. He wants me to go away with him for the weekend? I feel super giddy right now.

For the past month we have done some of everything. He eats my pussy like it is his last meal every chance he gets. Just recently I have been able to convince him to let me suck his cock. He was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself. Well he was right but it was hot as hell. The one thing I can’t get him to do is take it all the way, but maybe this is it. I should be more concerned about how in the hell I am going to get away since my parents can be the most hovering of copters which is ironic since they are hardly ever here, but I don’t care. I want to be with him.

“Yes. Of course I want to go.” The smile that breaks out over his face is priceless and it puts a new light on him. I will do anything to bring that light to him everyday. Now I just need to come up with a lie for my parents.

Chapter8

Jacob

November

The past month has been stressful and annoying as hell. My father, once he got wind of my trip to take my police academy test and interview, he became an even bigger asshole.

“Jacob!” Sitting up from my spot on the bed where I am preparing for my exam, I attempt to ignore him and continue with what I am doing. “Boy I know you hear me.” He shouts from the bottom of the stairs. Cursing, I open my door and go to the bannister.

“What?” I ask him, trying not to sound as annoyed as I feel.

“Freddy’s wife had the baby.” I look at him like he has hit his head. What the hell does that have to do with me?

“Do I need to send some diapers or something?” The sarcasm is unmistakable and I know he knows it

“Always the wise guy. He is going to be home for the next four weeks. Fucking laws and shit. So you are going to have to cover his shift while he is out.” Did he fucking start drinking in the day time?

“I don’t think so. His shift is during school hours and I won’t be here the weekend of the 20th. I have an exam and interview in Connecticut so I won’t be here at all.” His face begins to get red warning me of what is coming.

“I see. So you’re too good to work for your old man and help him out. Always looking to be better and different. Let me tell you something boy, all you will ever be is the son of a mechanic.” My fists clench at my side and I try to grit my teeth, stop myself from saying something I will regret but then he hits the one spot he knows by now will send me over the edge. “That rich little bitch will see you for the nothing you are and drop you like yesterday's garbage, You mark my words.”

Blind with rage I am down the stairs faster than my brain can catch up. Before I can stop myself, the red haze fills my sight and I have him against the wall. “If you ever call her out of her name or fuck that, refer to her as anything other than the Goddess she is, I will end you, old man. You don't think I know about the extra money you have hidden away from kickbacks and the cleaning business you are into?” he face pales and I smirk, devilishly in his face. “Yeah I know all of it. The only reason I let you get away with it is because you are taking care my mom. But fuck with me and I won’t give a shit. Got it?” He grips my hand trying to get me to let him go, but I hold on, his shirt firmly in my hand. When he nods his head, gasping for air, I release him and walk away.

That set the tone for the rest of the month. He grumbles under his breath, giving me the shit stare, but he also has been ignoring me at home. I don’t really give a shit but it is making things awkward for my mother and I feel bad, but you know what, he needs to learn I am not a little boy any more. I have been a grown man for years now and the shit I have let him get away with no longer stands. Not when I have a life that is just within my reach.

He called himself giving me the finger by cutting my hours overall, but the joke was on him. It freed me up to spend more time not only studying for school and preparing for this academy exam but spending time with my woman.

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